A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128 Severing Ties

“At the end of the day, your name sparked this entire crisis.

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“If you deliver the request to the Waynes, their team will accept the terms without a hitch.

“Your second brother has completely lost his mind, but surely you possess basic cognitive capacity.

“This public spectacle threatens severe, systemic damage to the Powell Group’s credibility.

“The exact split second you clear this issue with the Waynes, I will grant you full corporate privileges matching any heir in this house.

“Furthermore, I will backdate a private allowance for you matching five times what Hannah receives.”

Adrian had already caught wind of the fact that his father and brother planned to open a banking account for Isabella, an issue he previously couldn’t care less about.

After all, Isabella carried their biological signature, and demanding standard corporate rights was perfectly within parameters.

If the patriarch wanted to clear a cash injection for her, so be it.

However, Isabella had to earn her keeps by functioning as a loyal tool for the family brand first.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t let a single dime clear her account.

Adrian tossed a premium gold card right across the glass table, letting it slide to a stop before her.

It was a Vanguard Gold Card, etched with immaculate, intricate geometric architecture.

Standing as the ultimate emblem of elite wealth and leverage, it was highly coveted among trust-fund heirs.

Standard monthly capital transfers for the elite youth were managed exclusively through accounts tied to these cards.

It served as a permanent marker of absolute social status.

“Keep it.”

Isabella’s expression remained perfectly flat; casting a casual glance at the asset lying on the glass, a flick of her wrist swept the premium card straight into the waste bin.

“Dirty money doesn’t align with my preferences.”

Isabella’s gaze turned cold as ice as she locked eyes with Adrian and Daniel, stating coolly, “A spineless coward who sells out his own blood for corporate favor has zero right to dictate terms to me.

“If you possess real leverage, go throw that plastic at the Wayne family and see if their commander gives a single d*mn about your brand.” queezing her for a minor favor with a five-times allowance boost, expecting her to grovel to Noah just to profeet Hannaft?

Adrian was a absolute joke.

Even if she required capital resources, she would never taint her ledger with assets from his table.

“I assumed Isaac laid out the data points with absolute clarity? The contract with the Waynes is locked down, so if you want to back out, go talk to their legal team yourself.

“What’s the matter, lack the balls?

“Five times the cash allocation-wow, truly an astronomical sum.

“Too bad it means absolutely nothing to me.”

As her words pierced the room, Adrian’s face contorted with boiling fury.

“Isabella, don’t play games with me.

“Do not presume for a single fraction of a second that a minor administrative bottleneck gives you the leverage to push my boundaries.

Without the Powell empire’s capital backing her, how on earth is she going to survive out in the cold?

Hannah’s face remained locked in pure, unadulterated shock.

Steeping out into the grand driveway, Isabella casily spotted Isaac marching furiously toward the outer security gates.

Catching sight of her, his jaw dropped open as he blurted out, “Why the hell are you out here too?

“Did that b*stard actually lose every shred of basic decency and throw you out on the street?”

As a grown man, he possessed independent logistics and plenty of secondary properties to crash at.

Even if Adrian executed a complete freeze on his credit accounts and capital, it meant absolutely nothing to him.

But what about Isabella?

Adrian was completely heartless.

Isaac wiped a hand hard across his face, gritting his teeth as he turned back, “I’m heading back inside to force him to cave, I…”

Before he could take a single step, Isabella shot him a cool, unbothered glance, murmuring, “Save your breath, I never intended to extend my residency under the Powell roof anyway.”

Her continued presence in that house had merely been a temporary tactical operational phase from day one.

Since Adrian and Hannah insisted on creating endless, noisy drama, she saw zero reason to waste further mental capital on their environment.

To her, the entire Powell family didn’t even register as a microscopic blip on her radar.

Adrian’s pathetic administrative threats carried absolutely zero weight against her.